The Legend of Fatality

Modra-Tarik had never heard of the island, and although he could not see the edge of the island in this abandoned town, he could not see it as a continent . After all, he had never heard of a continent so close to Istana.

Modra tried to recall, but can only think of some horror stories. The horrible islands of the Great West Sea are filled with dense fog all year round. Above are all cannibalistic monsters and beasts, and they will kill and sacrifice blood to various creatures. Although there are many legends related to the Great West Sea, as an old man on the sea, he knows that most of them are only made by the navy of various countries or even some merchant ships that make extra money. After all, the sea is an accomplice who is very willing to help them cover up everything.

Unfortunately, when Modra discovered that there was a town on this huge island, he immediately thought of the words. If no one finds this island, then he can use it as a transit point, a hidden stop, and can escape hunters and pirates like ‘sea dog’.

After putting down the boat and sending people to explore the abandoned town and inspecting the collapsed part of the wooden pier, after confirming that the ship could enter the port, the ‘Fire Fox’ slowly entered the port and docked securely. After putting down the springboard, Maud went to the town. The mist that filled the port and the town in the early morning made the town look mysterious. However, too many artificial traces made Modra not worried at all. There could be hundreds of sailors on his ship who could become mercenaries at any time. In a town of this size, he could loot it himself.

He took a dozen confidants to explore the town and find the reason for the relocation of residents. Modra felt that if the reasons were right, perhaps he could use the port. He quickly found the town hall and the church. The former did not bring him any news, but the church told too much news. In the west, few people take away all the signs that prove to which **** the church belongs when they abandoned the church, and one of them is the most famous. According to the news he heard a few years ago, he almost knows where he once belonged.

Modra remembered folk horror stories, especially those that scare children. If you do n’t obey and run around, you will be caught by the demon and sent to a big ship bound for the West. Morad thought it was just a way to scare children. He didn't expect the story to be true, but it might be better in the hands of the devil than in the hands of the night church.

This should be the hidden stronghold of the night church in the west. After their west part will be destroyed by dwarves and humans, it is said that they fled to the north. It seems that the rumor is true. Modra was worried about what would happen if the Church of the Night returned?

In the gradually disappearing morning fog, Modra took his men and walked outside the town while thinking. The main road of the town extends up the **** and westward until it disappears above the slope, and the other two sides of the **** are not high cliffs. This town is lower than the plains not far away, hidden in a natural bay, and it is completely undetectable from the north.

Modra stopped suddenly, and the men behind him stopped immediately. A dwarf riding a giant horn sheep appeared on the **** not far in front of Modra, and he didn't even notice how he appeared. This eccentric dwarf holds an apricot-shaped one-handed shield that is obviously used by humans in one hand, and a round-handed long-handed warhammer in one hand, but the craftsmanship of this hammer is not as good as the blacksmith's craftsmanship at the door of his house. The dwarf's sturdy neck hung several platinum and gold necklaces, and his ungloved fingers carried various gemstone rings.

Damn, Modra first saw the dwarf warrior without iron gloves. Jewels on this dwarf can buy his boat, and Modra has felt that the dwarf guys who are also seeing the dwarf behind him are panting, waiting for their orders. However, as a mage and an old slave trader, Modra looked carefully at the dwarf cavalry while observing whether there was an ambush around him.

Immediately afterwards, Modra found that several people's heads appeared at the end of the road, followed by their bodies, and they walked to the dwarves one by one. When they stood still, after looking at each other, Modra was lost. He traveled south and north to meet many people, but these eleven people, well, one of the Goblins is not a person. This group of people is too weird. Modra quickly gestured to the men behind him and asked him to summon his companions on board.

Except for the dwarves, this group of people led Modra to study for a long time. It was the man in the middle wearing a white robe with gold rims, some elven blood, and a bearded beard. Still standing at the front, wearing a black robe and two long whips hanging on his waist, dressed like a novice.

The thing that surprised Modra most was that this crowd, including the Goblin, seemed to be all casters. When he tried to look at their magical aura with the spells in his blindfold, he could see them, especially the exaggerated young man in a purple robe. The light flashed by the objects on his body almost blinded his eyes. Except for the big man about seven feet, everyone else has magic aura.

Nine mages, Modra had to consider the dangers it brought. But if it is a wizard like nine upstarts, Modra feels that even if half of the deaths and injuries are incurred, even most of the lives are exchanged. On his face came out what he always showed, with a confident smile in pride. Waiting for his crew to come.

Both sides fell into silence, both sides were silent, waiting for the other to speak. Amen Cannon is not used to this kind of occasion. He is more used to direct and frank communication. Although he is not afraid of conspiracies and lies, he takes a step back and makes Bai En's position as his own representative's position.

Bai En looked at the other party. This is an old man with white hair and the wind and frost that is unique to the sea, but his steps are light. The years left a mark on him-he leaned on a cane and had a black blindfold on his left eye. This old man has the gaze that only a proud and successful person has, showing that he has both.

Bai En turned his gaze to his gold-plated sandalwood cane, whose top was decorated with precious stones. A cloak embroidered with gold silk was draped over a silver satin coat and buckled with a diamond to the neck. The lizard-sized gemstone shone on his fingers and neck. His smile was friendly and confident-it was the smile of a rich and self-sufficient man.

A mage—Bai En thought, and under his men, the traces of the sailor were very heavy. Pirate or businessman, Bai En thought of the identity of the comer. Not a night church person, but unfortunately, Bai En is a little sorry. Out of ignorance of the other party, Bai En did not dare to speak at random, just watched one of the other party's sailors sneak away.

The time passed slowly, and the sailors began to make small movements unconsciously. The black tower wizards waited quietly. Over time, they had seen the other party calling someone. But even so, they are curious how many people will be on each other's ship.

After the other party assembled, unexpectedly, the other party assembled more than one hundred people, all of them with weapons, and most of them had simple protection. Bai En looked at the ground and thought: It seems to be a pirate. I do n’t know if there are enough sailors to take a sailboat to the mainland after snatching his ship.

Wait for Modra who had assembled, he turned sideways, swept his eyes under his eyes, and confirmed his eyes with one of them.

"Hello, masters of the islands." Modra said in common language, then bowed deeply. "Morda Tariq, willing to serve you."

"Ah-when did you find out." Bai En sighed, it seems that this guy is a businessman, at least a cunning businessman.

"Strength is always difficult to hide. Your strength makes the shiver very trembling." Modra replied again, and then quickly judged in his heart that the other party did not seem to be a person in the night church.

Bai En was not planning to hide. Since he was found, he was generous and waved towards the night owl. When the night owl saw it, he made a move toward the back ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ After a long wait, a large number of goblins appeared from the top of the cliff. Lord Goblin and his guards appeared from behind the soil slope, and gathered behind the people in the Black Tower.

"It looks like you are a businessman." Bai En said lightly, and then made an expression that made him look treacherous. "I hope your goods can meet our needs. Otherwise, I don't mind receiving the goods I like."

"I sell the most precious goods in the world, they can meet almost all your needs." Modra said exaggeratedly, almost flatteringly.

"They? Traffickers?" Amenganong felt acutely what the other party said about the goods.

"Of course, only this kind of goods can be said to meet all needs." Modra paused and organized the language to continue. "Halflings can even weave their hair into delicate artworks; dwarves are good at making weapons and jewelry; elves can satisfy some special hobbies; orcs have the strongest body, which can save your strength; ogre is the best Warrior; as for humans, humans can do many things, depending on your training. "

After listening to Morad's description, the dwarves Olsen, Dewarin and the black elk were angry, while Amenkanon and Night Owl frowned. Dean, Antalatem and Victor are thoughtful, while Bane, Falheim and Flynn don't care at all.

"Sounds interesting." Bai En spoke first to prevent others from destroying the atmosphere. "I think we should find a place where we are not so aggressive."

"Of course, as you wish." Modra noticed a difference in the personal expressions on the opposite side. "I will arrange my hands to go down and clear the town hall, I hope you can enjoy the light and have dinner together."

"Very good, we will arrive on time." Bai En answered on behalf of everyone.